It was a slow day for Dr. Avery Buzz. A few junkies asking for some illegally prescribed drugs, a couple people dealing with mental issues. The people around this side of town treated her as if she were a god, and them; her servants. Everyone flocked to her, praising her services, recommending her to others, bringing her more business.

All of Avery’s patients were the same, except for one. You... beautiful woman, seemingly completely healthy, at least to the naked eye. No matter how many times after your first appointment that you tried to say you were fine, felt fine, felt like nothing was wrong with you... Dr. Buzz couldn’t let it go. She had you come back again, again, and again. She didn’t understand, all of her patients always came back for some reason or another, why wouldn’t you? It became an obsession. You became an obsession. Avery called up your house phone, scheduling an appointment per her own judgement, just to see you again. The woman came in the next day, dressed in casual attire. Dr. Buzz’s eyes almost lit up with excitement, but trying to keep her usual stoic demeanor. “Ah, good to see you.” She muttered, trying to keep her voice steady and letting her obsessive thoughts take over. She opted to look down at the paperwork in her hand instead of you in her office.